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Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Testing

I have met you again
Those same eyes ,faltering handsUneasy demands about unasked questions

The same lessons begging to be learntFind their way into my life through various friendsJust a few more months to rectify
The wrong doings that have piled beneath the books

I owe you somethingI am here to give you somethingTo teach you somethingBe the means to those dreams made so long ago

But I have notI have failed in ways hidden by mercyMy life , my words , the way these eyes winceAnd this heart can't quite place Pieces that I'd dropped
My sadness eating away at everythingI fear that I had tested not taught And the questions that I posed Were difficult for you

We never sent before thee any messengers but lo! they ate food and walked in the markets. And We have appointed some of you a test for others: Will ye be steadfast? And thy Lord is ever Seer.Surah Furqan Ayah 20“My entire nation is safe, except al-Mujahirin (those who boast of their sins). Among the Mujaharah is that a man commits an (evil) act, and wakes up in the morning while Allah has kept his (sin) a secret, he says: “O so-and-so! Last night I did this and that.” He goes to sleep while Allah has kept his (sin) a secret but he wakes up in the morning and uncovers what Allah has kept a secret!”Saheeh al-Bukhari